[Intro] [staccato synth riff, electronic percussion] (Mmm-hmm)
[Verse 1] [bass and drums enter] I had a schedule for this journey A notebook filled with everything I had need Check the forecast, plan the landing Thought I had the whole thing figured in a week First hour felt exactly like I mapped it Altitude was good, the view was clear Then something shifted underneath me And the person next to me looks scared Okay, just breathe It’s just a little turbulence This wasn’t in the plan Did you feel that? What was that?
[Chorus] [full electronic arrangement] Air pockets, nobody warned me about the drops Air pockets, the floor just disappeared and I just stop And ask myself if this is flying or if I’m just falling with a better view Air pockets, this is what real air feels like
[Verse 2] [rhythmic electric guitar accents] I wrote the setlist and I wrote the speech I practiced every version of this scene But no one tells you how the drop feels How it takes the ground right out from underneath Even when you swore you were ready Even when you read about the risk One second flat and I forgot what ready even looks like after this Okay, keep going It’s just a second There are gonna be more of these That felt stronger, I know
[Chorus] Air pockets, nobody warned me about the drops Air pockets, the floor disappeared and now I stop And ask myself if this is flying or if I’m falling with a very specific plan Air pockets, this is what real air feels like
[Bridge] [drums drop out, filtered synth pads] Nobody posts the air pocket Nobody posts the drop on film Everyone shows the destination But not the part that tested them [dynamic build begins] And I get it now, I get it Why they edit out the shake Because the drop is where you find out what exactly you are made of Not the version from the highlight, the real one At thirty thousand feet, shaking, staying Okay, I’m still here Didn’t spiral, I shook a little and I’m still here Me, myself, and I all still here
[Chorus] [full energy, heavy synth bass] Air pockets, nobody warned me about the drops Air pockets, the floor disappeared and now I stop And ask myself if this is flying or if I’m falling and it doesn’t feel like floating Air pockets, this is what real air feels like
[Outro] Air pockets, nobody warned me and honestly I’m glad Air pockets, air pockets I would not believe them anyway Now I know that this is flying Not the version that they show you, raw and real Air pockets, this is what real air feels like Still up here, still moving, still figuring out what flying actually means Air pockets And another, and another, and another I’m still here, still climbing, still getting there Air pockets They’re nothing but air anyway